to personify my feelings

Confidence, anger and righteousness are just so tight aren't they? I’ll take confidence but he refuses to come without righteousness and righteousness and anger are practically joined at the hip. Not only that but they often invite entitlement along just for kicks.

I tell them all to just go away and leave me alone. They oblige but then here comes old self-doubt, moseying along, “uhhh, wich way did dey goh?” Of course pity shows up with a bottle of something; she wants to party and shame isn’t doing anything tonight can he come over? These emotions just won’t stand alone.

Contentment shows up days later, always unexpected with a warm, familiar smile. “You didn’t think I’d forgotten you?” Of course not, of course not. Deep down, I knew you were with me all along.

But contentment knows confidence really well. They go way back. I think you can see where I’m going with this...